Age 7 in my very first tutu. L for Love. It was Friedrich Nietzsche who said, “I would believe only in a God that knows how to dance.” My first ballet class took place in a church hall in South Africa. I was seven. In my frilly pink ankle socks, I was convinced that God Himself was there, dancing alongside me in the sun streaming through the windows high above my head. (At seven, I did not yet know about Nietzsche’s most famous quote: “God is dead.”) Over the years, ballet r

If you have found your way here, it's likely that you are one of the yogis who has been joining me at our local yacht club on Wednesday evenings, as the sun sets. With flickering candles and a Spotify playlist, we form a semi-circle with our mats, focus on the view (above), inhale deeply, and then - for the next hour - exhale our worries away. This is Yin. I came to Yin late in life. And, I admit, somewhat reluctantly. Yin requires a slowing down. A "being." I am, I confess